Start with a wily Roman slave itching for his freedom. Toss in a henpecked master craving tenderness. Add in the master’s son, smitten by the chaste girl next door — living in a house of ill-repute. But why stop there? Throw in a greedy whoremaster, a sexy parade of his pulchritudinous merchandise, a pompous military hero, a doddering old man, and a termagant wife to augment the mayhem.
Delette Nycum was my great-grandmother.
Goddamn this town is a drag.
His voice just creeps me out. That is all.